This structure was meant to be a sanctuary,
A place, if there was no other, to keep sanity.
A facillitator of safety to love, to fear, to express
But now I must simply confess,
its no longer the same.
The aura has changed.
Air that eminated hope, love and good activity,
Now reeks of grudges, disdain and negativity.
Relationships.maintained within this structure just crumble
And if there just may be cracks, but eventually they'll become rubble.
The structure has many names;
a residence, a house, an abode
But one day I do hope to say this house is a home.
©biggymoore
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